The system takes the poor cub to find his father

At the same time, on the other side of the city, the well-arranged villa complex in Lingshang Villa District formed a stark contrast to the desolate scene where the little cub Su Mo lived.

The deep night was like a boundless huge black curtain, tightly covering the two completely different worlds.

As the black iron door slowly opened automatically, a black car came at lightning speed from the end of the darkness. The headlights in front of the car shot out two dazzling white beams of light, which were as powerful as a bamboo, as if they were going to split the thick and inky darkness fiercely.

The car drove slowly into the villa and stopped steadily in the silence. The door was respectfully opened by the butler who came forward, and a tall and straight man stepped out of the car with elegant long legs. His every move showed his extraordinary temperament.

The man had a stern face, his thin lips were tightly pursed like a firm straight line, his face was sharp and the lines were tight, his eyes revealed a chilling coldness that made people shudder.

It was already late at night, but the servants in the villa were still busy working. When they saw the man coming in, they stopped what they were doing instantly, and they were all silent, looking down, not daring to look directly at the man's cold and majestic face.

The man looked at the servants and could not help but frowned slightly. The housekeeper who followed closely behind him stepped forward and explained to the man:

"Sir, the young master of the second young lady's family will be coming over tomorrow. The old lady asked us to cook some dishes that the young master likes. They are all making careful preparations for tomorrow's banquet."

"Yeah." The man did not comment on the housekeeper's reply. The old lady was old, and it was natural for her to like children.

Originally, the old lady of the Su family had only one son, Su Bingzhi. When the second daughter of the Su family was young, the Su family was busy and worried that the child would be lonely at home, so they adopted a girl to keep Su Bingzhi company.

But Su Bingzhi had been quite independent since he was young. She didn't need to worry about many things and he had his own ideas. He handled all the affairs of the company very well and never made her worry. However, the only thing that made her deeply dissatisfied was that this child seemed to have no interest in his marriage. No matter how she urged him, Su Bingzhi still did his own thing, as if he was born with a lack of wisdom in this regard and never got it. Until now, he is 33 years old, even Miss Su, who is two years younger than him, has married and had children. Now his son is in his teens, but he still looks so indifferent. The old lady really couldn't do anything with him, so she simply stopped caring about him.

In addition, the child of Miss Su's family was always good at sweet talk, and every time he came to the Su residence, he could make the old lady happy. Su Bingzhi would also indulge him a little more. When he heard that it was him who was coming, the coldness in Su Bingzhi's eyes eased.

The second Su Bingzhi came back, a servant went upstairs to inform the old lady. At this time, a slight sound of footsteps came from upstairs.

"Is Bingzhi back?"

Su Bingzhi looked up the stairs and saw the figure on the stairs. His cold temperament warmed up. He quickly stepped forward to greet him.

An old woman with gray hair came down the stairs. Her hair was neatly combed, and a jeweled hairpin on her head sparkled brightly. She also had light makeup on her face. Although time had left its mark on her, one could still see her beauty and elegance when she was young.

Apparently his mother had been waiting for him without taking a break.

Su Bingzhi stepped forward, took the old woman's arm, helped her sit on the sofa in the living room, and said softly, "

"Didn't I tell mother that I would be back late today and she didn't need to wait for me? Why is she still awake?"

"I'm old and can't sleep. I didn't wait for you on purpose."

Old Mrs. Su looked at her son's stern face, which was exhausted beyond belief, and hurriedly urged him to go upstairs and sleep and rest.

"You've been busy all day, go take a rest"

Turning to look at the butler, the butler understood and smiled and replied

Madam, don't worry, the young master's room has already been cleaned."

Su Bingzhi didn't live in the Su residence often. He moved out of the Su residence after he became an adult. He only came back to stay for two days every weekend and have dinner with the old lady. He had a social event too late today, so he came back at this time. I didn't expect the old lady to be still awake at this time.

"Okay, okay, then take him to rest," Mrs. Su urged.

At the urging of the old lady, Su Bingzhi returned to his room. The decorations in the room were the same as before.

He walked slowly to the bedside and began to untie the exquisite tie at his collar, his movements skillful and elegant.

He took out the pajamas he had prepared from the closet and walked into the bathroom. After a while, he heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

Soon after, the bathroom door slowly opened, and the hot steam came out first. The tall figure of a man appeared at the door.

He slowly walked out of the bathroom wearing a black bathrobe. The collar of the bathrobe was slightly open, revealing his solid chest. The outline of his muscles was vaguely visible. His wet hair was still dripping with water. His brown eyes were deep and mysterious.

After drying his hair, he returned to the bed, lifted the soft quilt and lay down, closing his eyes. Soon he could hear the sound of steady breathing, and he fell asleep.

Su Bingzhi felt as if he was in a deserted place. He had an ominous premonition hanging over his heart. The heavy snow flying around him was like a cold blade cutting his skin inch by inch. There was icy mist all around.

When his eyes were fixed on the curled-up little figure beside the shabby cardboard box not far from him, Su Bingzhi's uneasiness reached its peak.

He clearly didn't know this child, but the inexplicable and endless grief overwhelmed him like a surging tide, and his heart ached as if it was about to be torn apart.

He inexplicably felt that the scene before him was very familiar, as if he had experienced this situation personally.

He wanted to go forward and pick up the poor child, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all. He clearly didn't see the child's face, but the image of the cub's thin face, which was frozen purple, appeared in front of him, with his eyes tightly closed.

In extreme pain and despair, Su Bingzhi suddenly woke up from his dream, cold sweat soaking his back. This was the second time. Su Bingzhi's eyes were deep, and the feeling in the dream still made him feel frightened. As long as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the cub's stiff body appear in front of him, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

Who is that child? Why does he keep dreaming about him?